thank god ...

... for gin and Bob Marley or this depressing-ass dystopian romantic comedy bullshit wouldn't ever get written.

spinning...

... i just finally watched the banksy documentary (even though i was hyping about it 6 months before it came out) and i feel like i'm going to explode. if banksy orchestrated that whole thing as an elaborate commentary on brainwashing then he beat me to it, because that's what my whole hipster novel is supposed to be about; a dystopian story within a marketed story within a regurgitated story - which is a cult.
i feel like i'm going to explode because he and all these other doggone geniuses actually get shit DONE.
let the driving guilt to produce something meaningful accelerate to the next level.
anyway, it was a good film ;)

my producer asked me for a poetic script synopsis ...

... and to get in the mood this sentence came out and is now staring me, cursor blinking in the face, providing no further inspiration besides the craving to add sugar to my pinot noir.

"Gravity’s rainbow fucking you in the ass while gravel skittles grind against your teeth, motherfucker."

Synopsis pending.